Soljor nodded. The caribou were heavy it seemed. He didn’t know if this was usual for Tinuvel or if they were just heavy for the season. He intended to drive his own group back towards the Cove. If they could keep them in the uninhabited territories it would work out better for his mares. And Dogun’s assuming his were at risk.

“There were once other territories on this island,” Soljor said. “One of my ladies originally came from a section called the Cove. It’s on that side.” He nodded in the direction of the abandoned territory. “It was abandoned a few years ago. And there is another place. I plan on driving the caribou towards those places.” Caribou were easily driven about, but required more attention then mares did.

He looked at Dogun. The other was new - but Soljor’s true knowledge was of Atlantis. He had grown up in that jungle and had little practical experience on any of the other islands besides the Crossing. He nodded.

“Yes, these islands are most certainly lost,” He said. He looked up. “Some on the mainland did not think they existed.” He looked out. “I myself come from Atlantis. Quite a different environment.” He nodded at Dogun’s comment about the wolves.

“I hope that they stay up there,” Soljor sighed. “I’ve managed to chase off a few lone wolves… but I don’t think I could handle a pack.” He snorted and pawed a bit at the snow. “It will be a tense spring.”